#lee! telemachus

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Hi! If you're still doing requests, can I request on of Ler!Hermes and Lee!Telemachus? I wanna see Hermes Bonding with his great-great-great grandson!

How are you feeling?

An Epic the musical tickle fic

Lee!Telemachus

Ler!Hermes

Summary: Telemachus and Hermes have a little bonding time...

A/N: TO THE ANON...would you believe if I told you I was gonna write a fic like this...I had in my drafts and...are you telepathic? ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!! 💓💓💓🩷🫶🩷🩷🩷

Taggies: @let1zya @aceofspades-doodles @an-unknowntraveler @amazingmsme @mythica0

⚠️INCEST SHIPPERS I WILL TURN YOU INTO PANCAKES AND INTO PIGS⚠️

How are you feeling?

It had been a day. Telemachus had spent all day with his father. They woke up super early and had a quick breakfast, then they went out in the woods to hunt...but they ended up throwing pebbles at some kids who used to bully the prince.

And the best thing was that they did it all in secret! And didn't even get caught!!! They threw them from a balcony and had those little ruffians running to their mamas.

After that, Odysseus took Telemachus to practice with his bow. And at the end of the day, the two had sat on the beach to look at the sunset. The king was telling his son all about his adventures, while the young man had placed his head on his dad's shoulder.

What...an amazing day.

The young prince had dinner with his parents, and they told Penelope all about their day. She was really happy to hear that they had a great time, and even teared up a little. And now, after a nice shower, Telemachus layed in his bed feeling happier than ever.

The candel on his nightstand lit up the room, and he felt his muscles relaxing after a long peaceful day. He closed his eyes, trying to see if he would fall asleep. Just then, he heard someone laughing.

He opened his eyes and looked around, and he saw Hermes sitting on his window stool.

-Hey there darling~

The young boy smiled with excitement.

-Uncle Hermes!!!

The messanger of the gods sat next to his grandson, he smiled at him and started to ruffle his hair.

-How are you today? I saw you and your dad having lots of fun!

The young prince started to rock on his bed as he told his uncle all about the coll they did:

-And~ we threw some pebbles at them!

-Why would you do that, kiddo??!!

-They were mean to me and they even broke my wooden sword...

-Oh...well you should have called Hepeastus to set those sons of Calypso on fire!

The mortal boy laughed. His 'uncle' then looked at him and asked:

-So...How are you feeling sweetie?

Telemachus turned his gaze thwoards Hermes, confused:

-What do you mean??

-I mean, It's been six months since Odysseus return. You finally have your dad back, and I see you bonding everyday: you go on walks, you play games he cuddles you in moments of need. I...wanted to ask if everything's ok.

The prince stayed quiet, and then smiled:

-Well... I've been happier than... I've been in the past three years. I finally have the dad I always wanted to meet. He's... he's the coolest person I know, with Athena and mom of course.

Hermes chuckled as he said that.

-And... I'm so happy that...he still wants to be my father after twenty years. I'm... I'm not ok, I'm feeling amazing!

A few tears formed into the younger's eyes, the god smiled and wrapped him in a side hug.

-I'm so glad you feel this way darling, and just know that...if you guys even need anything; me, Athena, and MOST of the others are here for you...except dad and uncle Poseidon, those two are bitches.

That made the prince burst into laughter. That made Hermes more mischievious, and he started to poke his grandson's ribs:

-There's my little prince! All giggly and happy!~

Telemachus' laughter went up an octave as his ribs were being poked:

-AHAHAHAH!!!! NOHOHO!! EEK- UHUHUNCHUHULE!!!! NOHOHOHO!!! PHLEHEHAHESE!!!

Hermes pushed him onto the bed, and he tied his wrists with his hand.

-Awwww~ look at my little darling~ all squirmy and giggly! Just like his dad!

The prince of Ithaca blushed and turned red as a tomato.

-DOHOHONT THEHEHEHASEHEHE MEHEHEHE!!!

-Why not??~ Does It tickle more??~

-YEHEHEHES!!

-Oh well that's the point, I'm afraid!

Saying this, the god of messages moved down to his grandson's sides. He scribbled all over them, making his nails tickle even more.

-HEHERMEHEHES IHIHIT'S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!!!

-Tickletickletickle little prince~ Awww~ you have the same weak spots as your father!

Telemachus couldn't stop laughing. He felt something in his chest that made him feel...warm and fuzzy. It was like a warm fuzz ball that snuggled in his chest whenever he felt or gave affection. It was...nice, really nice.

After a few minutes of tickling his sides, Hermes went up to his neck.

-Mhm...I wonder what will happen if I started to...tickle this little neck of yours~

And with that, he started to rub his little beard against Telemachus' neck.

-NAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!!

-Why~ because It makes you all giddy and silly?~ Just because you're all grown up now doesn't mean I can't tickle you~

The prince just laughed more as Hermes started to blow raspberries on his neck.

-AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HEHEHERMES NOHOHOHO!!!

-You know Telemachus, you have really tasty giggles...but I'm hungry for something else.

The god said as he lifted up his shirt. The young boy's eyes widened in realization:

-Uhuhuncle...nohoho plehehease...Ihihi cahahan't tahahake Ihit ahahanyhymohohore

-But I'm so hungry sweetie~ and your ticklish tummy Is just what I need~

Telemachus closed his eyes, preparing himself for what was gonna happen. His thoughts were cut off by a big raspberry, and he screamed.

-AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOHOHOHO!!!! IHIHIHI CAHAHAN'T!!!

-Mmm~ this tummy Is so good! It's tasty and sweet, and I'm gonna eat It all up! Onmonmonmonm~

The god made growling noises as he nibbled on every single part of his grandson's tummy. He blew some more raspberries on his belly button. And after he saw that the prince was getting overwhelmed, Hermes stopped his attack and started to rub away the ghost tickles.

-Ahahaha...yohou...ahahare...aha mehenace...

-Well, I'm the god of thieves and liars, don't forget It darling!

He said as he booped Telemachus' nose, making him giggle. Just then, Odysseus walked into his son's room.

-Son, I heard you screaming are you- oh...Hey Hermes!

-Hello old friend!

The king of Ithaca sat next to them. Telemachus scooched over his dad, snuggling on his side. Ody immediatly greeted his son, letting him do what he was planning. The prince soon fell asleep, while Hermes was chatting with his friend.

-So you tickled him? He's gonna get back at you, he did with me.

Odysseus joked, making the god a little nervous.

-You have an amazing son Odysseus. He's Just like you and your wife, he's respectful, kind and brave...

-Thanks Hermes... He's the sweetest joy of my life...

The king said as he caressed his boy's cheek. Hermes got up and said:

-Well, I must get back before Apollo decides to make the sun rise. See you soon darling!

-See you soon Hermes, and...Thank you...for everything...

The god smiled:

-No worries friend, good night!

And with that, Hermes flew back to Olympus. While Odysseus tucked his boy into bed.

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Idk if this was a coincidence that...I was writing the exact fic you request anon but...I HOPE YOU ENJOYED 💕💖🩷💓

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Fight Little Wolf

Epic tk fic!!! New fixation dropped!!

I heard Athena singing this to Telemachus and knew what I had to do

Lee! Telemachus, Ler! Athena

Summary: Athena is training Telemachus, who's reluctant to strike at a goddess

"Come on, strike!"

It was a nice day out. The sun was shining, the wind wasn't too harsh, and waves in the distance could be heard dancing up against the shores. Each god seemed to be in a decent mood today.

Each god except Athena, it seemed. She wasn't angry, though, just mildly frustrated at worst.

The young man came at her again, and she easily dodged, grabbed his wrist, and pushed him forward onto the ground, sighing.

"Telemachus, you must strike. How do you expect to win a fight if you don't strike your opponent?" She reached up and took her helmet off. It was pretty warm and she didn't see a reason to wear it when she was just training a mortal. A mortal that wouldn't strike her anyway.

Gray eyes met his hazel ones, and Telemachus looked away. She could see he was reluctant and holding back. He had a similar build to his father when he was his age after all, he should be able to hit pretty hard.

"I just.. don't want to hurt you, Athena Prom-"

"We've been over this, you can just call me Athena. I'm friends with both you and your father, no epithet is needed." She huffed. She grew fonder of this boy and his family each day. And she greatly appreciated and acknowledged his respect.

Telemachus flushed. "We are friends, Athena, and I don't want to hurt you." He admitted. Despite being young, he was a big guy. He may not be the exact build of his father, who's been in war and fought gods and monsters, but he was slightly taller than him and decently strong from having fought off suitors for a good portion of his life.

The goddess propped her hands on her hips. "What am I known for, boy?"

He blinked. "Goddess of Wisdom." He answered. When she only raised a brow, he realized that wasn't the answer she was looking for, so he continued. "Master of War."

She nodded. "I am a goddess and a master of war. You are a mortal boy. I don't mean to demean you by saying this, but I promise you will not hurt me."

Telemachus lifted himself from the grass and dusted himself off, confliction still evident on his face. "But mortals can bring harm to the gods. Father harmed Pos- .. The Sea God so badly that he lifted a storm."

"Yes, but Odysseus was also running on pure rage and desperation to get home to his family. That brings out an unnatural amount of strength in anyone. However, you and I are just training and no one's life is at risk, so I doubt you will tap into your adrenaline like he did. Now pick up your spear, and strike."

She got back into position, grabbing her own spear. Telemachus reluctantly got back into his stance and started to spar once more. Though just like before, he was pulling his strength, and not really aiming for Athena, but her weapon and shield.

It wasn't hard for her to disarm him with a slight poke to his hands with her spear, causing him to hiss and drop his weapon. He rubbed his hands, though he got nothing worse than a papercut.

"Telemachus." She scolded, setting her spear and shield down. "What will it take to get you to fight back? You fought those suitors with everything you had."

That struck a nerve. He whipped his head up and stared at her. "You didn't hear what they wanted to do to my mom!" Almost immediately he lowered his head in shame for yelling at a goddess.

"I'm sorry-"

"No," she cut him off, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Don't apologize. You're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up. I didn't realize how that had effected you."

"She's my mom, I'd do anything for her." He said, his tone weak and a little sad.

"I know.. That's a good trait to have." Athena frowned. Not only was this training session not going according to plan, but now her mortal was sad.

This wouldn't do.

She tried to think back to her own family, and what they'd do cheer each other up. Those who liked each other anyway. Godly relationships were complicated.

Zeus? No, he'd never been one to get emotional and cheer anyone up. The most he did was give gifts to Hera after he had angered her.

What about her uncle Hades? She didn't see him often, but she did remember seeing him dancing with Persephone in the garden after something had upset her. But that wouldn't work with her and Telemachus, since she viewed him more as a nephew.

She didn't even consider Poseidon since they'd never really been that close, especially after the Medusa incident.

Okay, so uncles are out of the picture, what about her siblings? She went through the list. Apollo was more one to tend to your physical wounds rather than emotional. Ares was like her and usually released his emotions through fighting. Hermes?

Perfect.

"So are you going to fight back, or do I need to give you a reason to?" She asked. Her tone remained the same as before, since she wasn't used to being playful.

Telemachus looked up at her. She could tell he was getting irritated, but would never admit that to the goddess standing before him. "I guess I can try again." he sighed, starting to get up.

Though, before he could fully stand, she pushed him over until she had his right arm pinned over his head. The young man kicked his legs a little. "A-Athena?"

"We're not using our weapons this time. That's not enough to motivate you. I'm going to try something different to get you to fight back." Was all she said before she started to skitter her fingers up his ribs.

He gasped and arched his back, a panicked smile splitting his face. "A-Ahathena, wait!" he tried to use his free hand to block hers, but she didn't budge, still wiggling her fingers into the spaces between his ribs.

And wow did he look like his father. Same smile, same way he scrunched his nose up. Though she did notice he laughed like his mother, from what she had heard of it.

Odysseus' laugh was loud, and came from the chest. It was infectious and most people couldn't stay upset when they heard it.

Penelope was a giggler, though, and her laugh came more from the throat. It was light, soft, and bubbly. That was the laugh she shared with her boy. He was terribly embarrassed of the fact that he 'laughed like a girl,' but he couldn't deny that he liked that he shared something with his mother, especially when he was the spitting image of Odysseus.

Athena couldn't help but grin at the light, boyish giggles that bubbled out of him. It was adorable. Especially since gods often viewed mortals as children. Not always, but often.

"Oh, you're blocking. But can you fight?" She teased, flitting her hand between his chin, neck, and ears, causing his cheeks to flush, his smile to get shy, and his giggles to get squeakier and more frantic. He turned his head from side to side and tried to grab her wrist.

"Athehehena!"

"Come on, fight little wolf, fight!" she chuckled, curling her fingers into a claw shape before she vibrated it into his belly, and out came Odysseus. Telemachus tossed his head back, nose scrunched, as his laughter came out much louder, from the chest.

He kicked his legs and tried to turn away, but she still had his right arm pinned, making it hard. "AHATHENA PLEHEASE!"

"Maybe if you can fight me off, you can get free." She teased, grinning wider as he seemed to whine through his laughter, clearly not thinking he was capable of fighting her off.

She slipped her hand under his arm and started to tickle at the back of his ribs, and was very quickly reminded that he wasn't just 'the son of Odysseus and Penelope,' but his own person. The way he seized and threw his head back, and the loud, high pitched laugh that came out was purely Telemachus.

It was almost raspy, it was loud and frantic.. It almost sounded like a dolphin? It made her giggle a little just to hear it.

Finally, he began to thrash and twist his body until he faced Athena and kicked off of her, pushing himself away and wrenching his hand from her grasp. He rolled over a little and landed face down, panting, still giggling.

The goddess didn't think all that loose dirt and dust was good for his lungs, so she went to roll him over, only for him to raise his hands defensively.

She laughed. "Relax, I'm done. I was just rolling you over." she explained as she sat next to him, pushing his hair from his eyes. She really did see him as her nephew.

Once again, she was reminded of how lovely of a day it was. The sun was shining just a little bit brighter, the wind felt just a little warmer, and the waves in the distance sounded a little calmer than before, as if they had enjoyed the playful game between Athena and her friend.

Telemachus sat up with a sigh. He looked better, too. No longer sad, and like his mind had had a good break. He got up and grabbed his spear. "Alright, let's try this again."

Athena grinned and grabbed her own spear, jumping up. "Right. Ready? Strike!"

He put up a good fight, and this time, managed to disarm her.